"I think they put something on it to speed up the healing and keep it from hurting too badly," she says with a shrug. "Figure if it was gonna get pussy and infected, it would've been a couple days ago."

Wow. Wow. Araña thought she was the only one who failed so hard at flirting. Apparently not.

That's a weirdly comforting thought.

"I wouldn't mind," is her immediate response, which is followed by her face, neck, and chest all going red as she quickly clarifies, "I mean, it doesn't bother me! It's no bits you haven't seen before, right? Just like showers after gymnastics!"

Oh god kill her now. She all but shoves the arm into the garbage back, blushing furiously and not looking directly at Nomad.